Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.